A man's tear is worth his pride, I was told.
For every spill it makes, his vulnerability shows through.
For every pain he suffers, the observer feels.
Emotion rides through both men and women,
but it is to men's advantage when they shed.

For when he cries, he subtly mopes.
For when his heart aches, he brushes away the tears.
When sympathy rushes in, he is angered.

So why do you sob in shouts of hurt?
Why do you allow everyone to see the tears you've held back?
Why is it only now... that you're starting to seem human?

No need for my input on this topic since there are already so many users out there speaking out my thoughts. But you all have been warned, for future references, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that has to do with DONNY/KABAO/STEVE will be deleted. Blogs, forums, comments, polls, pictures. It will be deleted relentlessly. Thank you for your time.

A few humorous stories to explain why women are just much more superior than men in every possible way.

A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"
"Yep," the wife replied, "In-laws."

I'm the type of person that deals with silence relatively well, so I never found the need to get a MP3 or CD player or any sort of music player. Yesterday, I was thinking about the gym and on impulse, I finally bought my first MP3 player. I got it in green. Can you tell? :D